Under the same sky,
Under the same moon,
We will grow old together,
Together.
Though we are far away,
Though we will never know that the other exists,
Though we will never meet,
We will grow old together.
If I look at you,
I will see you;
But you will see yourself,
As if you're looking into the mirror.
You will not see me.
Even if our eyes meet,
You will only see yourself,
But we will still grow old together.
~ 2016 ~
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